Love Cats!

This will be my new photographic model, her name is Nini.

See more photos taken by me in my tumblr:

http://carolineeees.tumblr.com/

Carolina Cabrita

Amen

Spilled Milk Tears, I did this for you, spilling over the idol. The God days are over.

Such selfish prayers

Ryan McGinley

pt.
O destaque de hoje vai para o fotógrafo Ryan McGinley
en.
Our spotlight today is the photographer McGinley.

::

'Memória'

Estas são palavras de canção, de sal e lembrança

O tipo de memória que nunca se fez história
Memórias de sagradas Marias
Memórias de macabras vias
Memórias são apenas grãos
E o seu legado não se impõe aos chãos

Fusion então

por: Raquel Alves

What The Water Gave Me

Lay me down, let the only sound be the overflow

Pocket full of stones

....

Whistleblowers

Whistle blowers gotta get outta school

They don't want poets

they want pigeons on a stool

You're examining fossils, defending criminals

I'm clock watching getting dumb

Photographing models

a house painter's solace

I'm like sisyphus in the sun

And I give up

Raising your kids America

You treat 'em like an obligation

Welcome to the occupation

The devil's in the details

devil's in the details

He's got your gold watch and chain

Whistle blowers, we know how you feel

Public servants, surrender their free will

But you can't be in politics and work in the circus

You have to choose just one

You hold the nail, I'll swing the hammer

That's how things get done

And goodbye valedictorians

goodbye punks

..

Lungs

The wine, the women, the bedroom hymns

Roxanne

Roxanne, you don't have to put on that red light, walk the streets for money

You don't care if it is wrong or if it is right

Roxanne, you don't have to wear that dress tonight, you don't have to sell your body to the night

His lips caress your skin, it's more than I can stand

Y yo que te quiero tanto, qué voy a hacer?

Ya no tengo ganas de vivir porque no te puedo convencer que no te vendas Roxanne

go

shame on me,

blue blood and shabby jeans

~

Ciruela

En otro momento.

Sólo que aún no... el mundo es demasiado bajo.

fragile

I'll be great.

f-y-all

Shooting deers on the road.
Four f*cking horses on my way back.
You're such a jerk
and that makes me sick sick sick.

The Superunknown!

Será o alheio preconceito?

Ou a falta de compreensão?

Não levo isso muito a peito, 

E contínuo a nobre comunhão. 

Faço-o por querer esquecer,

Pela vontade de sonhar,

O que só tu me fazes ver...

Não quero mais acordar!

Por favor, mantém-me assim:

Neste estado de suprema inspiração,

Estou completamente em mim,

Numa gloriosa e sublime solidão.

És como um gentil fósforo,

Que me ilumina a mente, 

Assim como uma espécie de soro,

De uso bastante recorrente.

Sou cuidadoso contigo,

Oh! A inflamabilidade humana... 

Sim. Eu conheço o perigo,

O resultado da necessidade insana!

Respeito os que se afastam...
Trata-se de algo soberbo, eminente,
Mas por favor não se debatam,
Pelo que esta faz à nossa mente,

'Cause we all know: A s***** a day keeps the doctor away.

(too agressive? well, it's super and unknown)

Texto: Francis
Fotografia: Joana

harold's

All set, two spots left, one spot left.

smach into you

I was afraid of being alone... today I realised, we're all alone since the day we born.

Scuttle

That's a f*cking sick seagull

antropo

Do you know what's fear?

Be

be a child of Revolution

..

Sanity

They don't want poets

they want pigeons on a stool